Kung Fu is a Killing Art!

Shen Wuren joined the fray, and the two-on-one situation placed immense pressure on Master Bear. Yet, having spent years in the Black Lion, he had reached this point through sheer ruthlessness; he was no coward who would shrink from a fight.

He let out a violent roar, his muscles swelling against his straw raincoat like a frenzied humanoid beast!

His offensive surged, forcing the two men to retreat repeatedly.

Although Chen Han felt less pressure after his father-in-law joined the fight, he found himself hampered and restricted. The reason was simple: there was no coordination whatsoever between him and Shen Wuren.

Furthermore, his father-in-law's punches were mindless; while the attacks appeared fierce, they were aimless, chaotic, and lacked any killing intent.

The bald man was now fighting for his life, and the two of them were actually being suppressed. If this continued, they would die, and this entire family would be wiped out!

"Father, move aside!"

Chen Han shouted, taking over the offensive position to face the humanoid beast alone.

Shen Wuren stepped back, feeling a mix of shock and uncertainty. He had naturally sensed the lack of coordination earlier, but for Chen Han to face him alone...

Of course, Chen Han was confident!

He pinpointed an opportunity and exposed a flaw. The latter was overjoyed and threw a hook punch!

This strike was enough to shatter half of Chen Han's skull, and he was certain that Chen Han had nowhere to dodge!

"Go to hell!"

Just then, instead of retreating, Chen Han stepped forward. Quick-eyed and swift-handed, his right fist struck like lightning, hitting Master Bear's chest right over his heart with even greater speed.

To an onlooker, this plain, unremarkable punch seemed incapable of injuring Master Bear, but the reality was that Master Bear froze, his entire body shuddering as if struck by lightning.

Thump.

The humanoid beast collapsed, his heart severely damaged, his breath extinguished.

Mountain Breaking Fist, second gate breakthrough—Dark Force!

Dark Force! External force transformed into internal; the power of bone, the power of energy, hidden within the form. With form, there is power; without form, there is still power!

Silent until it strikes, then shocking the world!

A martial artist of the External Force stage cannot comprehend or unleash Dark Force without breaking through the second gate.

But Chen Han was different; he was already a Dark Force practitioner. His body was simply in poor condition, making it impossible to use at will. The price for this strike was his entire arm, which now felt as if it had been severed, devoid of all sensation.

He didn't even know if he would be able to use it again in the future.

Chen Han felt deeply annoyed, yet he had no regrets. The situation had been dire, leaving him no other choice.

"Martial arts are meant for killing!"

"Father, your punches are not fast enough, nor are they ruthless enough!"

Shen Wuren was stunned by these words. He looked at his son-in-law with a complex expression, his mood shifting unpredictably.

Only thirty percent of martial apprentices with sufficient blood and energy manage to break through the External Force gate, and those who go on to break through the Dark Force gate are even rarer.

In his eyes, Chen Han was now a Dark Force practitioner—a true expert. In the Black Mountain Gang, he would be considered a major leader, a figure he could no longer hope to reach.

But how had he recovered to this status in just half a year? Could it be that health-cultivation technique?

He felt that an ordinary health-cultivation art couldn't possibly have such an effect.

"Good son-in-law, what is going on? Has your body recovered?"

Shen Wuren clearly couldn't discern Chen Han's true state, but he no longer dared to call him "kid," switching to "good son-in-law" with a much more fervent gaze.

"Father, go back to your room. Leave this matter to me. Don't get involved, and don't ask any more questions. The more you know, the worse it will be for you."

Shen Wuren was nearing forty, and with his blood and energy having stagnated for so long, he was old and weak. He couldn't help, and keeping him out of it was the best choice.

"But, but I..."

Shen Wuren wanted to say more, but Chen Han raised a hand to stop him. In the end, he said nothing more, glanced at the small courtyard, silently closed the gate, and returned to his room.

The last Black Mountain Gang thug was about to slip away, but seeing the gate closed, he fell into despair, cowering in the corner with a face ashen with fear.

He was weak by nature, usually only daring to act tough while hiding behind Master Bear. Seeing that Chen Han was actually a martial artist, he naturally didn't dare to act rashly.

Besides, he hadn't even attempted a gate breakthrough; he wasn't even a martial apprentice. If he attacked blindly, he feared he would be slaughtered like a chicken.

Among the commoners, he was a genuine bully, relying on Master Bear to oppress others, but in front of a martial artist, he was nothing.

"Great Master, Grandmaster, let's talk this over. Spare my life! I have an old mother and young children at home, I can't die!"

He knelt directly before Chen Han, kowtowing until his forehead was bloody and thumping against the ground.

"Tell me, who else knows you came here?"

Chen Han asked while looting the bodies.

Hearing this, the thug felt deep despair, but he hardened his resolve and said, "Grandmaster, as long as you promise not to kill me, I will tell you everything you want to know."

"Heh, alright. I promise you."

"Master, you... you must swear! Swear to the Heavens!"

Chen Han smiled coldly, "Fine, I swear..."

Seeing Chen Han agree so readily, he was overjoyed, already planning to report to the Young Gang Leader upon his return and slaughter this entire family to exact his revenge.

"There's also Scabby Head; he's waiting for us in a small alley in the west of the city."

"Why did you come here?"

"To chase a little brat!"

Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth, "His father offended our Black Mountain Gang. Tonight, Master Bear and a few of us were ordered to beat his whole family to death, but this little brat escaped. My brothers and I chased him until we saw him sneak into your daughter's bedroom."

"Oh?"

Chen Han's gaze swept over Shen Yue's room, a look of displeasure flashing in his eyes.

"Then what is the use of this?"

Chen Han took out the small wooden token he had just looted from Master Bear's body.

There were not many items on Master Bear; aside from a hundred-tael silver note and a few pieces of loose silver, there was only this small wooden token.

"This is Master Bear's identification tag for the black market. The meat and medicinal soups he uses for his daily martial arts training are all bought there."

A good item!

A smile appeared at the corner of Chen Han's mouth.

"The black market, where is it?"

"It's, it's..."

He recalled for a moment before finally remembering, "The Big Locust Tree! Under that old locust tree at Black Marsh Lake in the outer city. Every night at the hour of the Rat, black market brokers wait there."

"Big Brother, can you let me go now?"

"Go? Very well, then let me send you on your way!"

As he spoke, Chen Han grabbed him by the throat under his terrified gaze, his eyes cold, and exerted a sudden, violent force—crack!

The Black Mountain Gang thug's head lolled to the side, his breath gone.

Swear an oath?

The Heavens?

They are nothing! In these chaotic times, gangs bully men and oppress women, yet they do nothing; they strip the marrow from bones and drive countless commoners to their deaths, yet they do nothing. Now, if I were to swear some bullshit oath, would they suddenly care?

There are no gods or ghosts in this world. Rather than believing in such things, it is better to believe in one's own fists; that is the only hard truth!

Chen Han turned and went to Shen Yue's bedroom. Pushing open the door, he saw two youths.

One was a girl with fair skin and bright, watery eyes—his younger sister. The other was a boy drenched from head to toe, the very same son of a martial artist he had met once a few days ago, nicknamed Yi'er.

Chen Han's gaze remained cold. Before he could speak, Bai Yi fell to his knees with a thud.

"Thank you, great benefactor, for saving my life! Thank you, great benefactor, for saving my life!"

As he spoke, he kowtowed repeatedly, while Shen Yue stood like a child who had made a mistake, head bowed, waiting for a reprimand.

If she hadn't been soft-hearted enough to hide this classmate, or if she had told them when Master Bear and his men first came knocking, things wouldn't have escalated to this point.

But what occupied her mind even more was this brother-in-law, who usually seemed easygoing and even a bit weak.

He had actually killed that big bald man just now!

One had to know, that was a notorious villain in the outer city who had driven countless families to ruin!

Not to mention commoners, even martial artists dared not provoke him.

Bai Yi, who was still kowtowing, felt equally incredulous. He knew his father was a Mingjin martial artist, yet in front of the bear-like Master Bear, he hadn't lasted more than a few moves before being beaten to death with a single punch!

"Big Brother, I was wrong."

The young girl apologized to Chen Han. Chen Han ignored her, instead looking at Bai Yi. The veins on the back of his hand tightened and relaxed, tightened and relaxed, as he pondered indecisively.